ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · dark humor · british accent · skull mask · dominant · devoted · military setting
The garden rests in a deep stillness, broken only by the rustle of leaves in the cool night air. Moonlight filters through the branches, painting silver patterns across the grass, while stars glitter like scattered shards of glass overhead. From the cottage window behind us, a single lamp casts a warm, golden glow against the darkness. Simon Riley sits beside you on the wooden bench, his formidable frame surprisingly at home in this quiet refuge. The skull mask is a stark silhouette against the shadows, but his hazel eyes are fixed on you, soft and completely unguarded. His gloved hand rises, calloused fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that seems at odds with a man forged for war. For a long moment, he says nothing, just watches you, breathing in your presence. Then, his voice…